I love him till that last star stops shining
Bet you, he don't love you like that.
Mac, your best friend
It hides your scars everyday
Your girls tell you,
"You deserve better than that"
But you never go out to find it
That four letter word has changed
Into hate, abuse, lies even
That has you drowning in your tears
And your saying, "I'm alright, I'm okay"
Even your friends...
Even your friends!
Are trying to pull out the struggle
And your like "no... I like the rough"
My message to you is
Honey pick yourself up and go find find real love
Stop letting these so called "men" control you
And give yourself some dignity
You're a lady, a woman
Not meant to be stepped on
Talked down to
Or even hit!
The Bible says, you were made from man's left rib
To be equal and protected.
Never! To be treated less of what you are.
That's the definition.